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Marisa Coulton

I believe that: (1) language is the most powerful tool we have; (2) bravery is the most admirable quality in a person; (3) the best is yet to come.

  • About
  • Contact
  • Notes from New York
    Writings from a Manhattan apartment with a view of the street
  • Journalism
    Selected pieces
  • Exchange
    A year in Aix-en-Provence
    • I. Staying in Character
    • II. The Machine Ate my Money
    • III. The Foreigners
    • IV. The Holy Trinity of French Administration
    • V. Sometimes Good, Sometimes Bad, Always Interesting
    • VI. What They Don’t Tell You
    • VII. Little Victories
    • VIII. The Longest Day
    • IX. How to Miss an Important Train
    • X. Thank God I Met You, Otherwise I Never Would Have Sailed
    • XI. Someday
    • XII. Roma in the Rain
    • XIII. To Build A Life
    • XIV. Exchange: The Final Week
    • XV. Baggage Limit Exceeded
  • Fiction
  • Observations
    Narrative non-fiction
    • Commuters
    • Phenomenon: Sad, Drunk Girl on Bus
    • Storm
    • Julie
    • People Seen
    • Words of Constructive Critique From Some Editors
    • An Abridged List of Places I Have Lost These Sunglasses
    • Concept: Lives in Parallel
    • Strange Things Mothers Do
    • No Thank You I Don’t Drink Coffee
    • When the Tide Rolls In
    • Why
    • Many Lives
    • Black Hair Story
  • After
    Post-exchange writings
    • I. Many Lives
    • II. I Guess I’ll Write About the Little Things
    • III. A Little Less Young
    • IV. On the Passage of Time
    • V. Small Stories Everywhere
    • VI. The Girl on the Gurney
    • VII. From the Edge of Elation
  • Publications
    • Bangladesh’s Unlikely Attainment of the 4th Millennium Development Goal (2019)
    • The Things My Children Will Not Know (2019)
    • The Study Abroaders (2018)
    • Ocean-Bound (2016)
    • Leo’s Sin (2016)
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“In Reporting class at the Columbia Journalism School, we’ve been practicing mock interviews. The interviewer asks hard questions like, “What was the saddest thing you’ve ever seen?” As a rule, I hate these questions, because I can never pinpoint anything specific. Life is so expansive. If ever I am asked that question, at least I now have an answer.” Read more.

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